As if anyone cares . . .

Hey you guys. How are you? So, I obviously haven't been blogging lately. . . And it's not because I'm too busy, or anything. It's just cause I haven't really cared. I still really don't. I haven't even been on this site since like, the middle of summer. I haven't been keeping up with the people I'm subscribed to either. Not even my best friend. I'm the kind of person that starts something and never finishes it. But I needed to type today, so here I am. I can say that I've had one of the best summers I've ever had. Met a boy, fell in love, he's amazing. Love is amazing. Anyways, I also started high school, ugh. Just about as fun as drinking cyanide. Homecoming was yesterday, I went to the game, but I've been to one dance before, it was horribly boring. Never again. I might've went, but my boyfriend wasn't allowed to go, so we hung out til after midnight, well not really, sort of, ish. Whatever. I got to see him, which I don't get to do very often, because he lives 30 miles away,  depressing I know. Anyways, I would already be bored out of my mind if I was you right now. I'm having an amazing day. Yesterday I was tired and worn out and a mess. But I was okay, decent even. But TODAY, today my hair falls in all right ways, my clothes fit as if they were made for my body especially, like they were designed for me. I don't need a layer of caked on foundation and make-up to make my face look halfway good. And it's all on a friggin' Saturday where I probably am not going to even leave the house, let alone see the boy of my dreams. Hey, by the way, that's a friggin' nice shirt. K you guys, I probably won't even look to see if anyone looked at this.

Mickey Smith

Ricky. . .Oh, sorry I meant Mickey was Rose's boyfriend. Until the Doctor came along and grabbed her hand and yelled "RUN". I honestly feel sort of sympathetic for Mickey. Especially in the end, when Rose kissed him and thanked him and he's like "What for?" And she's like "Exactly." And then she gets stuck with him, and I can't picture anything more awkward. Then she gets the metacrisis Doctor. But in the end, he ended up happy, hunting aliens with Martha, so I assume everything ended well for him I was saddened when he chose to stay in the parallel universe taking Ricky's place. He seemed so, I don't know. And in the episode School Reunion he was talking about how the TARDIS crew needed him so much, and then he came to the awkward realisation that he was actually in fact "The tin dog." Mickey's just one of those people that nearly always slightly annoy and force you to sympathise with them. Pffft, maybe that's just me. I honestly think that Mickey's symbol would be, well, nothing too fancy. His symbol is K-9. That's right, the tin dog. But really, no offense Mickey, I think they cared more about K-9 than they did you in that episode.

Captain Jack Harkness

 

Captain Jack Harkness, wow, um, where to start. Well, for those of you who don’t know, he was the first person from his “neighbourhood” to become a time agent. They called him ‘The Face of Boe.’ *wink wink*. He was just, great, just great. He was from the 51^st century so obviously they had to adapt. No more purely one species mating.  Jack is happy to flirt with every living thing. He’s also probably the most perverted person on the entire show, but we forgive him, because he’s just so adorable. Jack’s sign is a gun with a smiley face. That’s because he has a sad, serious, depressing side and then he has a happy, go-lucky, always joking side, and the combined smiley face and gun represents that. Plus, he was always handy with a firearm ;). It makes sense really. Jack was always trying to find the Doctor when he could, and sometimes he succeeded and sometimes he didn’t.

 
Can't  I say hello to anyone?

Adam

Okay, so, honestly I like Adam. I do, he's an adorable genius. :) But god, he's so . . . I want to mean this as an insult, but I don't, it would be like me making fun of Gingers which I do frequently, Human. He's so human. He gave into a very deadly sin, Greed. I mean So, I mean, he's so . . . ugh. He unknowingly of course, gave over most of the TARDIS and Doctor's information when he had a third eye, that gave him nearly unlimited knowledge, implanted in his brain. He made it nearly possible for the TARDIS to be infiltrated, as in handing over the key.   He was saying how all his life he wanted to see the stars, well, he finally gets to and what does he do? No, of course, okay, so honestly I wouldn't hate him so much if he hadn't sent that message back to home to get money for the information. He gets back home and he's a freak, what's he gonna do with that money? Like I said, I absolutely loved Adam he was a doll, but he wasn't. You know what I mean.
Adam: Are you and him . . .
Rose: No, we're just friends
Adam: Good.
Rose: Why's that good?
Adam: It just is.
~Later~
Adam: It's gonna take a better man than me to get between you two.

Rose

Okay, so I have a friend who is doing daily reviews of episodes of Doctor Who, starting with Rose from 2005. I think this is a brilliant idea. And I am willing to show my fair share of geekiness. So, I am going to do weekly reviews of Companions. And yes, I shall include the few that only stayed for barely two shows (Adam, Jack, Mickey). Today’s is Rose. I am going to give each one a symbol. Rose’s is a Heart shaped rose. <3 I loved Rose. She was my favourite companion until Amy and Rory came along. I think the reason that I loved her so much was that, as you all know, if you’ve been reading my stories (the nonexistent people that read these) I am a sap for love stories. And for one Rose was the first. I mean you saw how strongly the Doctor acted when he found out he was going to lose Amy and he didn’t even love her. She was the first person to see his new face. And that was true for Rose for 9 and 10. Only it was a different doctor, he had a less emotional breakdown, I’m sure it was absolute turmoil inside though. And Rose tore apart the fabric of space and time to get back to her Doctor . . . twice. I just, I don’t know, I loved how Rose’s character was so laid back with everything.

                “Are you alien?”

                “Yeah, is that okay?”

                “Yeah”

She was perfectly calm when that dalek had her captive in Dalek, because she knew that the Doctor was going to save her. And then right before she left in the fourth season, I almost died watching The Doctor’s face when Rose was kissing the Metacrisis Doctor. He was so sad. I don’t know, there’s just something about Rose that made me want to smile. And Rose’s memory still hasn’t faded seven years later.  I mean, when the Doctor was talking to Dorian’s head in the sixth season, he yelled “I could go back in time and help Rose Tyler with her homework.” This line was all it took to make a pang of joy jump into my throat. And then in Let’s Kill Hitler He asked the TARDIS database to show him an image of a person he liked. There was Rose, Martha, and Donna. But Rose was first. And that little tiny fact, I mean, yeah.  :) Rose wasn't just a shop girl and she thought that that was all she was. Talk about low self esteem?

P.S.  Haha. So, anyway, I have a new obsession. It's a show called Supernatural. Wow, it's wonderful. It's almost better than Doctor Who, almost. It ranks possibly on the same level of awesomeness. Well um, anywho, you guys should check it out. It's amazing.

Picture a thousand words

Swirling streams green grass trees beautiful calm happy place. Inspiration flowing quickly, saplings along

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Shallow riverbed tilting s uncut unkempt yellow-jade plants movie scene forgotten music no sound intensified concentrated glow slight ringing Haven clean earthy easy air reclusive secluded hidden from view feel breath abundant filled atmosphere  river sings her harmonious melody ponds say their last farewells it’s song lacing itself throughout within my soul. Tears crawl down my face. Fountain of youthfulness and divinity if I died right here right now, afterlife would appear to me as this. Wishing Well Paradise Follow me and you’ll be in a world of simple imagination, traveling in a world of my creation. Ethereal surroundings, hearth and warmth, and everything, nothing all at once, cloudless skies and hopeless dyes vivacious rainbow fixed point in time and space, Lake Silencio, Utah Impossible astronaut wedding River’s Song. Rory, Melody, Amelia Pond, River Styx, clear black rain burning deathly sensation carelessly running liquescent through empty underworld of dead, rainbow weather, hidden passageways of undiscovered crawl spaces birds synchronizing, crickets screaming, river rushing. Cleansing souls of, sinners, reprobates, drug users, bloodlust-ers. The wind colouring air breathed by no one, rocks not stubbing anyone’s toe lack toes stub, no men causing contamination, adulteration, or malignancy. Primevally Re-establishing unanimity universe  mother earth, terra mater delusionally optimistic Realistically pessimistic? (First one, always) Petrichor. Adumbrate. Whimsical Infinite scintilla, Tranquility, Luminous, Quorate serene path, Googolplex finite essential ubiquity alternate universe gushing through conscience like a faerie’s wonderful serendipity should point our lives discover uncanny beauties such these soon something shall come them. Soon all rarities such these shall have gone. 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Swirling streams green grass trees beautiful calm happy place. Inspiration flowing quickly, saplings along

Waterway fallen branches twirling seeds moving with current pure nature untouched by man unindustrialized sagging leaves light reflection in background joyful sad same time thriving life rippling brook perfectly undisturbed magical deep waters warm in temperature and emotion. Free sunlight shade awe soothing sleepy feelings peace of mind greener on other side fairytale open thought barky smell leafy touch sweet sensations dreamy appeal muddied banks precious pristine woodlands purity gorgeous soft bed spacey forestry

Quiet sunny wear magnificent gloriously melancholy Babylonian utopia wellspring of magic spring harmonious meadow, tranquil willow gardens ambrosial clarion heavenly elegant streaming water gracefully air blown swimming helicopters sanctuary hollow middle-earth sunbeams through sparse saplings barely hanging on. Shallow riverbed tilting trees uncut unkempt yellow-green grasses movie scene background music no sound intensified concentrated light slight ringing Haven clean earthy easy air reclusive secluded hidden from view feel life abundant filled atmosphere  river sings her harmonious melody ponds say their last farewells it’s song lacing itself throughout within my soul. Tears crawl down my face. Fountain of youthfulness and divinity if I died right here right now, afterlife would appear to me as this. Wishing Well Paradise Follow me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination, traveling in a world of my creation. Ethereal surroundings, hearth and warmth, and everything, nothing all at once, cloudless skies and hopeless dyes vivacious rainbow fixed point in time and space, Lake Silencio, Utah Impossible astronaut wedding of River Song. Rory, Melody, Amelia Pond, River Styx, clear black water and burning deathly sensation carelessly running water through empty underworld of dead, rainbow weather, hidden passageways of undiscovered crawl spaces birds harmonizing, crickets screaming, river rushing. Cleansing souls of, sinners, reprobates, drug users, bloodlust-ers. The wind colouring air breathed by no one, rocks not stubbing anyone’s toe for lack of toes to stub, no men causing contamination, adulteration, or malignancy. Primevally Re-establishing the harmony of the universe and mother earth, terra mater delusionally optimistic or Realistically pessimistic? (First one, always) Petrichor. Adumbrate. Whimsical Infinite scintilla, Tranquility, Lightness, Quorate serene path, Googolplex of finite essential ubiquity in an alternate universe gushing through a mind like a faerie’s wonderful serendipity we should be at this point in our lives we discover uncanny beauties such as these soon something shall come of them. Soon all rarities such as these shall have gone. All sunshine opposite magma flowing, ever growing, never knowing, always singing, I say bark, you say bite, rolling in the grass, daydreaming all day. Playing all night, insects for friends and bushes for beds, flowers galore, and rain showers, the river is like a fabric, in which designs are settled and wrinkles are calmed. Moonlight meadow, the shadows images of dead, oh. Finally seeing the world through real looking glass eyes my life is complete now that I have. Creation’s greatest gift: The mind of a universe plus an imagination even bigger. Leaf crown made from the earth’s clothes. A swimming pool ocean’s magnitude songs of dolphins quell fears. I’m apprehensive of cold darkness. Even though it’s not hastened in its diminishing, like a burning ember that’s persistent on a, somber attempt to replenish it’s once great kindle. It takes gusto in in engrossing you with it’s habitation scarcity. Jutting bluff or precipice has potential defiance to laws of gravity, Furtively causing havoc, and commotion with all foresight of impending doom. Little did they know, someone eavesdropping will materializes then swaggers in and brandish their laughing in the face of terror to the attentive adversary who counters cunningly by defiantly deftly with momentum, muster’s uncanny courage and dispels off of knoll. Meandering waver, becoming vulnerable by grueling recuperation from terse fall. Zeal is done, the tactic was versatile, vigilant, to sabotage. Though it ominously repugnant, gave me misgivings, restitution was in order. I was caught by the monotonous brackish river as I fell with aplomb, my face of egregious contortioned disdain. The riverbed was weathered, with a swarm of unsightly scurrying specimens. Though exasperating, the exhilarating leap, ignited an imperial adrenaline rush. Stamina has headway in aptitude for barricades. My malleable luminous narration was obscured by a multitude of meticulous, sociable monotonous insects. Banished from their destination by subsiding illuminating fragrances, jabbering translucent wafting bioluminescence, so many that they jostle, pertinent to the outlandish jargon of the woods, the trees looking down on me, protecting, sheltering. Playtime filled with miniscule friends of forest sky is falling, night is dying. Fun is lying, brains are sighing, nowhere is safe except this sanctuary. The sunlight creates a halo over my dying body, sending me to perdition of cloud nine. Loved ones find me coiled on the ground muttering of hiding places for damned angels. They take me home and lay me on bed with me crying to go back to my solitude of happiness. My cloud castle existing in my grey matter alone, my friends of the invisible kind, my enemies is the demons within my negative self-esteem system. Place of my desires, echoes of future findings, hospital flowers, fireflies in Christ alone. I was lost when galaxies crossed; shooting stars equal all things bright, beautiful, Hello, Seattle, said bird and worm. centre of the earth. We’ll take a long walk through a cornfield and I’ll kiss you, between your ears. Gallifrey, peaceful and bliss. Blithe and wondrous philosophical saviour, my sanity has fallen through as I look at this photograph.

 

Geekiness! *SPOILERS: THE NAME OF THE DOCTOR*

Hello, fellow geeks. Okay, so I hope you all like my stories. But I want to take a short refrain from those for a while. I know I haven't been so enthusiastic about writing like this, for a while, and that's because I know that no one reads these and that gives me a sort of feeling of isolation, like no one wants to talk to me or even cares. But I've moved out of that mood, so I feel so much better, my self esteem has boosted 20X! Okay, so you guys, Joss Whedon is thinking about bringing back Firefly! YAY! I'm exited. For those of you who don't know what Firefly and Joss Whedon is? Suck a disk. Yes I meant to type that. That is a geek insult btw. Anyway, Firefly is like this Western that goes on in Space. There was only one season. After that it got canceled. It's on Netflix, just so that you know. You need to go watch it. Now, Doctor Who geekiness. OMG! Did you guys see the Finale last night! That was so epic! I mean. . . When the Doctor kissed River and then he was all like "Since no one else in the room can see you, god knows how that looked." I laughed so hard. And then Clara's all like, "No there were 11 faces, you're the eleventh doctor, I never saw that one." And then the Doctor was like, "I said that was me, I didn't say that was the Doctor. I chose my name. A name is like a promise you make, he's the one that broke the promise." Clara is definitely ranked higher on my list of favourite companions. She's not my favourite yet, but I like her better than Martha, who I liked. That was an intense show. I loved it, it had me hanging on every word, and I cried so hard when Jenny died. If you haven't seen it then I'll put a warning in the title so you know not to read this. Okay, what else. Ooh, the art show was today. It was pretty cool, I'm not in Art but I'm in Creative Writing which is taught by the same teacher. You guys, I am like the lowest level of geek there is. Except Jackie. she hasn't seen The Lord of the Rings, and doesn't like Harry Potter. She also hasn't seen the Matrix. Shame. Anywho, I haven't seen Indiana Jones, any of them. I also haven't seen Tron the remake or the original. So, I am a bad geek. But I've also never seen Star Trek. Except The Next Generation. I need to watch the Titanic. I had this guy friend once who I thought was so stupid. He was obsessed with Harry Potter and The Titanic. I'd never seen either at the time. And then I fell in love with Harry Potter. And I have a new respect for the guy, though I still think he's stupid. No offense guy, if you're reading this, which I doubt you are, because no one reads these. HAHA! I'm bored.

Arabesque Ending V ~ The Black Plague: Memory Stone

I threw all the shoes I could find under my bed at his face. His wonderful smiling face, stop that I told myself, it wouldn’t pay to go all gooey in love with Jared right now. He’d just ruined my paperwork, my project, that he knew meant everything to me. The thing I’d been working on for two years and he’d erased it! Sometimes, I could just hate him. He didn’t even fight back, he just stood there smiling. Why did he have to be so enraging!

                My ‘save the whales’ project had been erased and he hadn’t denied doing it. The whales were dying more every single day, and it was important that they be saved. They were so beautiful, how could anyone have the audacity to kill them? It’s not like we’d die without them! It meant everything to me, almost as much as he does. But he said “No, you don’t need some stupid words on a piece of paper, you’re so clever already, just say what pops into your mind. The only time when you sound less than brilliantly fantastic, is when you think too hard about things.”

                He knew I had self-esteem issues, and It was nice of him to tell me I was clever and brilliant and fantastic and whatnot, but honestly none of it was true, and he knew it, he was only trying to be nice. I hated it when he was complimenting me while simultaneously insulting me, he always did that! I kept yelling profanity at him and he just stood there with his arms gracefully tucked behind his back, a sign of harmlessness. I got real close to him and acted like i was going to smack him. He blushed a little bit and smiled. My hand was quick and his face left it numb, but I didn’t show the pain until he wasn’t looking. He showed almost no reaction either.

                I walked back into our bedroom and found a shoe that seemed to be hiding from me. I picked it up only before I could throw it at him with all my womanly might, he threw something at me. I gasped; he’d never shown any sign of aggression towards me anymore, except he called me a moronic idiot when he confessed his love for me. I smiled fondly at the thought, probably a strange expression when someone had just thrown something at you. Then I saw out of the corner of my eye what he’d thrown at me.

                There was a red box, it was little and insignificant and . . . a little red insignificant box. That’s what it was. It had rounded corners and had a design on it that I didn’t notice until later. I ran over to where it fell and picked it up. I opened it and inside was a diamond ring. I looked up at him in disbelief. He had his arms up in self-defense of the shoe that I’d dropped when I saw the ring case. I ran up to him and hugged him after kissing him on the cheek.

                “Oh,” He said wrapping his strong arms around me “We’re hugging now, hugging is good . . . So what do you say eh?” I nodded and kissed him again, more intimately this time. He smiled at me and wrapping his arms around me again, he wiped the makeup away that I’d smeared on my face. It was time to go. He nodded his head toward the door. I followed him out the door. We arrived at the funeral shortly. I had already started crying again.

                I walked up to the coffin and read the gravestone they already had planted in the ground. It read the simplest of words, but they made me cry even harder.

Murphy Sladen

Loving Brother, Father, Husband, Son

. 1967-2013

                I wiped the tears away in a way that I’d learned didn’t smear the makeup. I squeezed Jared’s hand, and we sat down. I didn’t listen to anything during the funeral I just sat there, blocking everything out. After a while I closed my eyes, not sleeping, just making everything go away. Clearing my mind, eventually I had to open them again though, Jared was shaking my shoulders

                He was coughing and his eyelids were droopy. People were starting to leave. I guess the funeral was over. “Do you mind driving home?” He said yawning, the yawn turned into a cough. I nodded, rubbing my eyes. He fell asleep in the passenger side seat, on the way home, I watched him as he muttered random things in his sleep. Then I got to thinking about all the things that have been happening.

                The death rate has been higher than it was in the middle ages when this disease broke out. I had no family left anymore. The black plague had broken out again. It was super unlikely, since doctors had discovered a cure for it, but it killed in as little as four days. And people usually pushed off the sickness as something less serious than what it was. They had started giving out masks for people to wear at the hospital, but we hadn’t been there. My entire family, well what I had left died already, either from The Plague or something else. Most of my family had lived states away, where the epidemic started. And my brother had gotten it, not more than two weeks ago.   

                So many people had died in the last two months it was kind of ridiculous and this virus showed no sign of slowing or stopping, we just had to wait it out and everything would be okay. Sooner or later it would go away, though and I still had hope. I pulled into the driveway and parked. I just sat there for a moment then making up my mind, I made a move to wake Jared up, but stopped short. He looked so peaceful, I couldn’t dream of waking him up, instead I moved his arm so it was situated around me, and fell asleep on his chest.

                It was early afternoon when we woke up. Well he woke us both up spasmodically coughing, but I didn’t mind, it was cold sitting in the car. We went inside and sat down on the couch. He kept coughing and I was starting to worry. Coughing like that meant he was sick, perhaps a cold, perhaps something else. After a bit of just sitting there listening to music he excused himself to the bathroom. And I laid there on the couch kind of letting my mind sway to the music, Bob Marley was a genius.

                Then I heard Jared call my name, it was a panicked call, that of the kind that you call when you learn of your impending death. I rushed as fast as I could down the hallway, past our open bedroom doors. The bathroom door was open, which was where the cry had come from. I stopped short of the door, and walked slowly to it. Jared was standing letting his dark bangs fall in his face.  There was blood on the sink where he’d coughed; he was bent over the toilet,

                “I thought it was just the flu, that’s me for you, denial.” He said, attempting a weak laugh. I choked back tears. Why? It could have been me and I would be perfectly happy had it been me, at least I wouldn’t be alone. But, I was thoroughly convinced fate was purposefully screwing my life over. What had I done to deserve this? Stupid . . . everything! For the moment I wasn’t thinking about that now though. I was concerned about Jared. He was coughing again. I was holding him in my arms. He was trying to say something. I couldn’t understand him though, there was just nothing,

                “Go – go get a mask,” I finally made out. He waved me away and I left to get two masks. I came back and he was coughing up blood again. I’d dried my tears while I was away, though they threatened my nerves again. I shook them away, I needed to concentrate. Driving him to the hospital was the most important thing right now. He needed to be there with all the others. I had absolutely no concerns for my safety.

                We were in the car again in five minutes, I was now thinking about my own safety. I’d been with him all day and I hadn’t started coughing or anything, so maybe I hadn’t contracted it. Unlikely I knew, though, I was really hoping. Jared kept attempting to fall asleep, I hated him for it. The people with this disease fall asleep and they don’t wake up, so he couldn’t go to sleep no matter how much he needed or wanted it.

                He kept nodding off and I had to get aggressive by the time we pulled into the parking lot, I practically carried him into the hospital. Readjusting my face mask I explained to someone my situation and they just looked at me pitifully and sadly. The young nurse said

                “There are already multitudes of people being treated, there is no way we can fairly treat him in time we’re all filled up, next week, we’re going to shut down, too many of the staff are being infected, and we don’t have enough medicine to treat them all.” I stared at her with the purest hatred I’d ever felt and she apologized and turned back. I kicked at her, and turned back to Jared who had blood trailing his chin, weakly I wiped it away and hugged him. There was no other hospital other than the one that was two hundred miles away, and it was most likely turning people away too.

                My held back tears evaporated as I realized what I’d have to do, it was our last hope, but it was a hope, time to go see Meriwether. There was an old woman on our block, who had always been weird. She was pagan, and she claimed to be a healer. No one actually believed her, but she’d been in a thousand different people’s presences, when they found they were no longer sick. People had been paying her for a while to heal their loved ones and somehow or another, they were always sooner rather than later, healed. I drove to her house and knocked on the door leaving Jared in the car. I’d had to make a quick detour at our house, but it was worth it.

                She opened the door smiling.

                “Hello darling, how are you today.” I gave a futile attempt to smile back.

                “Not good. Meriwether, is it possible you could heal Jared?” I asked, gesturing to Jared who was coughing up more blood. I’d felt his forehead before I’d gotten out of the car, it was higher than anything I’d ever felt before, and I’d worked as a nurse, before I started working with the newspaper. I gestured for his to come to us when the old woman sympathetically nodded. He tried to open the door, he was pathetically weak though.

                I coughed as I went to open the door for him. He smiled his thanks, and then draped an arm around me. I led him to the house, wiping away the blood that accumulated while I was talking to Meriwether. He kissed me on the temple, and I looked up at him, he was having trouble breathing and he was warmer than he normally was. He was also exceedingly pale. I shook my head. This could not be happening. I led him into Meriwether’s warm, homey, house, where he sat down on the couch, threatening to go to sleep. After a minute of unsteadily wavering, he asked me a very peculiar question even though Meriwether was standing right there next to me.

                “Hon would you ask if Meriwether has any medication for headaches, and” he said sweeping a hand over his forehead. “something for fever.”

                “Sure thing babe,” I said sadly looking pointedly at Meriwether. She nodded, and then hobbled off to get a pill bottle. I sat down next to him and slumped on the back of the couch. He slumped back with me. I grabbed his sweaty palm, and kissed it. Meriwether came back and handed me the pills so that I could approximate what dosage to feed him. When that was all done and taken care of, I conversed with Meriwether about the symptoms and sicknesses.

                “It sounds like he has the Pneumonic Plague,” she said finally. I covered my eyes, partially to hide the inevitable tears that coated my face at that moment, and partially because covering my eyes or closing them as I had at the funeral earlier that day, detached me from the world, if I wasn’t there then none of this could be happening and if none of this was happening, then everything must be perfectly fine and dandy. As if.

                I looked back up at Meriwether who at the moment looked older than I’d ever seen her. She was drinking tea and her long grey hair was down. He face was weary and it made me sad just to look at. She opened her eyes and looked at me and they were brilliant blue and cleverly inquiring. I pleaded with her: “Can you heal him?” She nodded at me unsurely though.  I was automatically hopeful. She stopped nodding.

                “It will be difficult though.” My eyes widened at her and I asked why. “You brought him to me, very late in the infection.”

                “But he just started showing symptoms earlier today. He wasn’t coughing up blood two hours ago!” She contemplated this for a moment, and then nodded, leaving the room. “Where are you going?” I yelled at her.

                “To go get my healing tonics, don’t get so excited, girl.” She answered in a reprimanding tone. I blushed and sat back down, shaking a drowsy Jared from sleep.

                Meriwether walked back into the room with a satchel and a bag. I gave her my unyielding thanks the whole time she was examining Jared. I was so grateful, there was no possible humane way to show the gratitude I was feeling towards this old woman. After spreading things all over his body, giving him pills, saying an incantation over his finally sleeping body, she left him alone and we sat on the couch drinking tea.

                Meriwether, who I’d previously judged to be some crazy old hag, was actually a funny interesting woman. We talked about life, and love, and religion. We talked until the sun went down and came back up. When that happened, Jared staggered into the room while we were laughing about something. I gasped and ran over to him, he smiled at me, but his fever had broken and his breathing was even, and his face showed no signs of coughing up blood. I hugged him as tight as I could, but his strength was still replenishing.

                His arms were feeble compared to mine, which was not normal. I usually had to pat him on the back to let him know he was squeezing too tight, because I couldn’t breathe. I led him over to the couch, opposite a now grim faced Meriwether. Jared had shared my perspective of the old lady, and she knew what everyone thought of her. She just didn’t care enough to change. We sat in a bit of an awkward silence, until Jared cleared his throat. I almost died of shock; hoping blood wouldn’t splatter out of his mouth like it had almost the entire day before. I was still holding his hand when he, politer than ever thanked her. She nodded. “You’ll have to stay here, for a day or two, just to recuperate, but then you should be just dandy, though you’ll be more susceptible to contract it again, so be extra careful, I might not be around next time, I’m almost a two centuries old you know?” Jared and I simultaneously nodded.

                The next day, Jared and I showed our thanks and left. We were standing with our arms around each other in the doorway. Before we left, I remembered what I’d stopped at my house before bringing Jared to her for.

                “Oh! Here this is how I show my gratitude for saving my—my fiancé.” I corrected the word boyfriend to fiancé in my mind, smiling. She looked at the strange crystal I handed her. There was a pink edge around it, it was positively beautiful. She gasped as she turned it over in her hands and examined the entire rock, memorizing it’s every nook and cranny. Her mind was truly boggled by it, she snuggled it against her face greedily. Then she realized how weird she probably looked and laughed at our faces. She handed it back to me.

                “I’m not taking that from you. That is a memory stone. It retains the memories, lives, feelings, and experiences of the owner and all its previous owners. Those things are far too valuable to give away my darling, even if I just saved the life of your love. See how clear it is?” I squinted at her. “Anyway, I don’t need payment. Your company yesterday was payment enough and everyone avoids me because they think I’m crazy.” She finished laughing. I hugged her and left the house, my arm securely wrapped around Jared. Meriwether smiled at our backs as she closed the door. She turned back to the pot of tea in the kitchen and drank deeply from it before coughing into a rag. She looked down at it and there was a star shaped blood pattern on it. She sighed and sat down on the couch, falling asleep.

                I walked up to the grave with a bag in my hand. All it read was

Meriwether Song

 1914-2013

                I let loose a few tears on the grave, getting my knees dirty I dug a shallow hole in the ground above her body. I brought the rock out of my satchel. It was still as beautiful as the day I offered it to her, even more so now that I’d polished it and shined it. I placed it gingerly in the small hole. I attempted to stop crying, but couldn’t. I stood up and said a silent thanks to the woman. Jared took hold of my hand and led me away, wiping the tears off of my cheeks. We walked back to our car, and I felt bad about it, but I had to push his hand off of mine. The wedding ring was pinching my finger, I was really going to have to get used to that.

               

Arabesque Ending Chronicles IV ~ Vampires/Werewolves: Murder or Love?

Everything was black. But I could hear things so clearly it was scary. There were a few moments of crisp sight every day, but other than that I saw nothing and felt nothing. There was a vacuum of nothing except sometimes I heard conversations, enough to understand where I was and what was happening to me. I was totally numb, so the pain didn’t hurt that much. Not like it used to for us.  There was also no heat whatsoever. I didn’t even generate body heat anymore; the only thing keeping me alive was the small amounts of ambrosia they gave us each day.

                I guess I should probably explain you might be a bit confused. I was born as cattle on one of Jupiter’s moons. It’s called Ganymede. It’s very cold which works for the Bèt Nan Bwa Baton. Which is the crossbreed race made from Werewolves and Vampires; they colonized on one of Jupiter’s moons before I was born. They bred my father a werewolf and my mother who was human to make me. They haven’t come up with a name for me yet though. Anyway, years ago the Bèt Nan Bwa Baton, smarter than the last generation obviously started creating human farms and they bled us to the brink of death every day, before giving us ambrosia, a drink that healed the gods. 

                I was a failed experiment, so I am treated less humanely than most others, all except the resisters. I am left outside immobilized in the freezing weather, and they have sealed me in my cave. Sometimes they take me out of my tomb, just to tease me though. And I am tortured by the cruelty of them. I tell myself each time they do this that they will pay, and though I know they won’t, I keep doing it. Normally people would just give up and stop taking the food that they give us scarce amounts of, but I don’t have that choice, since I am something not human, they pump nutrients into my body, I can’t really stop this process. And since there is only a couple people they experiment on we are known as a delicacy. They take more blood from us than they do from ordinary humans, also my blood type is extremely rare, and the count of people with blood type CO₂ is in the single digits. I actually don’t know all this; I only remember hearing voices discussing things such as these. I also know that Jerry’s kreye patenarya san is committing adultery on him. How do they still care about things like adultery, and here they are pumping blood out of our bodies and  letting us die a little bit inside every day?

                I wonder how the hybrids live with themselves. Do they not feel remorse for nearly wiping out the entire human race? I hope they do, I hope it haunts them in their dreams. But not all Hybrids are cruel and cold on the inside some of them breathe and they have emotions and feelings and they still have human genes in them from their transformations. I found all this out one day. When Sovè came into my life, I was lying there in pure darkness contemplating how exactly to keep them from drinking my blood when my tomb was suddenly opened and a gale of wind swept over me.

                I shivered but it wasn’t because of the cold, I was accustomed to that by now, it was because I knew what came next. Assault physical, sexual, and verbal, my life was about to be made into a living hell for about ten minutes once again and I was scared. More than usual, I could feel my strength, it was less than it had been lately, they must have dropped my ambrosia supplements again. They do this a lot to worsen your morale. It works more than they think it does, most subjects become dependent on it, and they would give up their air supply for a day if their ambrosia was raised.

                Then a figure looked down at me and I realized I hadn’t seen this one before. He was different. He didn’t wear a uniform as the guards that messed with me did. He wore a leather jacket and a green grey t-shirt. He smiled at me and pushed back his blond hair. He called to someone over his shoulder something that was inaudible and unintelligible. I strained my finely attuned ears to hear but couldn’t. Then suddenly I was covered in spotlights and the man was down in my tomb holding me in his arms, I saw his face clearly now and he smiled at me. My bare body was freezing now; we were flying through the air on some kind of cord, being raised into the air. 

                I was cuddled up to the burly man now, his long blond hair was falling on my shoulders and it tickled slightly, I could still barely feel it. There was no way I would be able to walk, my bone marrow and blood have been harvested, if anything the most I could do was sleep, but I hadn’t done that my entire life. Not slept, I’d been passed out but never asleep willingly. So if he set me down, my tibias would snap in half, my bleeding would be slight and I’m pretty sure they would never be able to be mended.

                I couldn’t even hold on to this man without his help. We were back on the ground now and in a gruff voice he told a short girl “This one’s special, I think they’ve been experimenting on her.” The girl nodded and held out her arms to take me. Now I could feel the girl’s body heat. The man must not have been human because he had none. The woman took me into a dark room inside a big industrial looking building; possibly it used to be a hospital. I’d been in those when they decided that I was special.

                When the woman endeavored to give me a shot I attempted a futile struggle “its’ okay dear, no one is going to hurt you now.” She reassured me. I calmed down a bit but still winced when the needle penetrated the nerves that had been frozen for my entire life. Then I could feel again, not enough to do anything about it, I was still too weak to even move. I shut my now wide open eyelids and passed into obscurity of perdition even worse than the one I had anticipated when my tomb door was hastily slid open.

                When I woke there were no lights in my room, but a faint sunlight which I would not have noticed had there not been a man being framed by it, standing two feet away. I gasped then realized I had just made a noise I hadn’t been able to make in at least 14 years. My eyes widened and I shut them, the man had turned quickly in my direction. He turned away and I opened them again, but then he turned back to me and I knew he had caught me awake. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He said in a thick Scottish accent. I attempted to reply with a bratty retort, but my voice was cut off by strangeness. I hadn’t been able to even use my voice box my entire life, or not anything I remembered.

                He quickly flicked a blond strand of hair out of his face and looked pitifully down upon me. This man wasn’t human, what was he? A human right’s activist possibly, the men I had heard liked to compare how many they killed in a week. The man walked slowly over and kissed me on the forehead. I made an effort to raise an eyebrow at him. He laughed at this wiping a tear away and walked out of the room. The sunlight passed and I felt a strange sense of comfort as I was blanketed by cold. I stayed awake and thought about what had just occurred, and by the time I decided I would ignore it, the woman who had given me a shot came in and turned on a lamp. She had caramel coloured skin and long dark hair, she had green eyes which were very beautiful, but I thought nothing of this when I saw her, the only thing I could do was stiffen and hope she didn’t give me another shot. She saw this small movement and smiled at me.

                “I’m not going to hurt you.” She said

                “That is what everyone tells me but I don’t believe you.” I answered through blue lips.  The woman stopped whatever she was doing and came over and sat on my bed. I could barely move I was still near immobile, but I managed to squirm away a bit.

                “I know what you’ve been through. Well, actually I don’t . . . I was a human and alive when this all happened. You were born into it, judging by your face you’re only about thirteen. And you were born into an experimental cause. And I am sorry, I’m so so sorry. . . But no one can prevent you from becoming a werewolf.” I squinted at her and said.

                “Sixteen,” but I didn’t blame her. Ambrosia works sort of like the fountain of youth. And werewolves stop aging when they hit puberty. So, in a human’s mind I would look thirteen, but other werewolves could tell how old I was just by glancing into my eyes. “So what is this, have they finally outlawed experimenting or something?” The girl sighed.

                “If only, no we are a group that consists of humans, vampires, werewolves, and hybrids, we are against the human’s being farmed for their blood and bone marrow, they guy who saved you, Sovè, is one of the most extreme of us, he’s a werewolf, like you.” That was her one mistake.

                “No! I will never be like him! I am a human being!” I said jerking wildly, I had weak motor controls and couldn’t do less than thrash mindlessly around.  The girl put her arms lightly on my shoulders until I calmed down and corrected me.

                “No, there is a difference between human and humane. Not all humans are humane and not all humane beings are human.” I pondered this while I was fed food and swallowed a treasure trove of pills, when I asked what they were the girl, Aquamarine, I found out her name was, answered in quick succession “Ambrosia, protein, strength, normal eating habits, bone marrow regrowth, and alcohol (to help you sleep). And half a gallon of water three times a day to rehydrate you.” I shrugged and fell asleep. When I woke up, I once again found the man in my room and this time he was asleep in the chair in the corner. I fell and he woke up, hastening over to me. I could still barely feel anything and I tripped over a torn up tile in the floor. Aquamarine rushed into help me, but I couldn’t feel the pain, apparently my ankle bone had been fractured. Sovè stayed in the back of the room observing, but when Aquamarine left after giving me an even bigger amount of pills than before, he stayed in his chair looking out the window. 

                “Do you know who I am?” He asked me. I simply shook my head and he got the message. Nodding he got up and came over to kneel at my bedside. He asked “What about your name, do you know that?” I once again shook my head and he sighed sadly. He was going to have to spell it out for me in two sentences. Whispering intimately in my ear, “Your name is Rori McCullen. And I’m Angus McCullen. I’m your father.” He pulled away to see a shocked and confused expression. Seeing that I had no idea how to respond to this he left the room to give me time to think about this.

                “Rori McCullen. . . ” I said to myself. It had to be true, why would he lie about it? I had never actually seen myself in a mirror; I could look exactly like a female version of him, only smaller. I turned my head slightly to see white blonde hair lying on the pillow beside me. I needed to find a mirror. It was almost imperative. But I couldn’t move, almost as if she had heard my thoughts Aquamarine walked in and started toward my pills. “Aqua . . . could you do something for me, can you bring me a mirror? I need to see myself. ” She cocked her head to one side, and seeing no problem with this request she said

                “Okay, but then you have to get your pills and go to sleep.” I nodded in agreement. She left and came back in with a full body mirror. She set it next to my bed and helped me sit up so I could see myself. I was little more than skin and bones. I could see my ribs and jaw prominently sticking out, my knobby knees worse in this condition. I looked like a tiny thirteen year old anorexic. But I ate regularly every day, no wonder they gave me weight gaining pills. The only actual hair I had on my head was thin and wispy, barely visible as it was white-blonde. It was very long but the strands were brittle and my face was badly sunken, I could see my cheekbones, and there were shadows under my eyes.

                My feet were long and my toes were thin. My ankles were nearly identical except the right one, the fractured one, was slightly purple. And my shins were just that, shins, there was no visible calf behind it. My knees were little more than patella’s and it was difficult to see through the gown they gave me, but my thighs were almost skinnier than my shins, and my waist and hips had no difference between them. It was all mostly torso. My hands gripped the side of the bed with fear as I saw this horrifying image of myself.

                I could’ve cried. But I didn’t “Okay Rori, I think that’s enough.” Aqua said. I fell on my back and Aquamarine turned the mirror toward the wall, she put all of my pills in a small glass and set it next to a giant glass of water on my nightstand. I sat back up, with gentle help of Aqua. She was the only person I’d met here. Putting the nightmarish image out of my mind I asked

                “Aqua, are you and Angus the only people here?” Aquamarine looked a bit baffled by this question.

                “Of course not sweetie. Why do you ask?” I swallowing the biggest pill first, answered

                “Are there any people my age here?” Aqua smiled and said

                “Yes, are you lonely?” I faintly nodded “Okay, I’ll send someone in tomorrow to keep you company when you wake up.” I smiled my thanks as I finished downing my last pills. The next morning a handsome boy who might’ve been 20 or 21 knocked on the doorframe. I said

                “Come in.” He came in and looked around to see me attempting to throw the mirror out the window. There was a wheelchair Aqua had left me for today. He smiled at my efforts and took it away from me. Placing it in the next room over he said to himself this one is independent, better watch out for her. He walked back in and sat down in Angus’s chair, which was not in the least happy about his daughter who he’d never even met before already flirting with other boys.

                “So, what’s your name?” He asked politely. I answered unsurely.

                “Well, this guy who is apparently my father, but I’ve never even met him before in my life, told me it was Rori.” The boy understanding held out his hand and shaking his bangs out of his face said

                “My name is Symon.” I smiled and repeated him. The name sounded good coming out of my lips, it rolled off my tongue nicely.

                “Are you a werewolf too?” I asked inquiringly.

                “That is a very rude question.” He answered flirtatiously. “But I suppose since you are of no threat at the moment, yes.” I smiled at him and showed my fangs, which were sharpening every day. He smiled back and my mouth fell closed at the sight of his fangs, they were perfect canines, I would have thought he was half saber tooth instead of wolf if they were only a bit longer.

                He moved over to the opposite side of my bed and said “So. . . Rori, what’s your favourite colour?” I cocked my head confused and asked

                “What’s a colour?” He pursed his lips as if in contemplation. Then he realized that I must have been a special case. He took a picture out of his back pocket. There was a half circle on it and there were hues of colours stuck into it. He said

                “Pick the one you like the most.” I stared at the picture carefully and pointed at the light colour in the middle of it. He looked at it and smiled.

                “That’s yellow, it’s mine too. We might be good friends.” He concluded carefully tucking the picture back into his back pocket. He layed on the bed and asked “What was it like . . . being in a tomb I mean. I don’t think I could live without seeing the small amount of sun we get each day. ” I looked at him and answered

                “You would if you’d never seen it before.” I said philosophically. He looked shocked at me.

                “You’ve never seen the sun before?” I shrugged and shook my head. He smiled at me and said “Well, we’re going to have to fix that.” I looked at him questioningly and he said “Be awake early tomorrow, okay?” I nodded as if I actually understood what he was saying. He got up abruptly and touched my hand. “I’ll be back, okay?” I smiled and said

                “Okay” As Symon was walking from my room, he stopped to talk briefly to Aquamarine. Though I didn’t hear it he said to her

                “Wake her up two hours before sunrise. Please and thank you.” Aquamarine, raising an eyebrow nodded and watched him walk away. He ran away to fix the perfect day for tomorrow. I was sitting there still feeling my hand where Symon’s hand touched mine and it was still warm when Aquamarine came into my room and asked

                “How was it? Fun, I bet.” I looked up at her and nodded. She smiled and said “Got to go to bed early tonight okay? Don’t ask any questions.” She said in one breath. I shrugged my shoulders and pointed to the pill box, Aquamarine laughed and said “Not now, just earlier than usual.”

                “Okay.” I said nodding. Aquamarine pulled out her book and she said

                “Want me to read to you?” I nodded enthusiastically and Aquamarine started with a poem from Walt Whitman. And after taking my pills I fell asleep listening to Shel Silverstein.

                The next morning I was extremely tired when I woke up to Aquamarine shaking my shoulder. “Come on girlie, time to get up.” I looked at her like I despised her. She smiled and said “Not my orders, blame Symon.” I grunted and sat up the light made it hard to see, I had to squint. Symon was standing outside the doorway with a chair that looked like a pretty version of the one I used to move when I got off the bed. He flashed his canines at me. I smiled and did the same. He had dimples when he smiled I noticed. He walked down the hallway saying

                “Get dressed and we can go, and be back faster.” I pointed at the dress Aqua had helped me put on. And we got me dressed. I attempted to walk out to Symon, my ankle was mostly healed and I was feeling much more nourished than I had been. I was walking down the stairs trying very hard not to fall. My feet were bare so the pads made smacking noises as I jumped slowly and gently down each step. It hurt but I didn’t want help, so I kept going until I basically (don’t mind the cliché) fell into Symon’s arms. He stumbled a bit under the almost complete dead weight, but then I straightened myself up and started walking forward without him. He hurried to catch up with me.

                “Where are we going?” I asked him. He answered almost straight away.

                “Well, it’s a surprise.” He donned weird looking goggles as we walked out the doors, he held one open for me. I learned later that this was an act of gentlemanliness, but at the time I hated him for it, I thought he was making it abundantly clear that I had never done any of this in my entire life, but I wasn’t a baby. I knew about all this stuff, sort of. After we went to a building which Symon introduced as ‘Home sweet home,’ I followed Symon to a gorgeous precipice, but I couldn’t see anything. I didn’t have the same goggles that Symon did, and it was still pitch black outside.

                I was holding on to the back of his shirt for most of the time we were wandering around in the dark, but now Symon’s warmly comforting hand took hold of mine and guided it to where he was sitting on the ground. I sat down next to him, scared for my life I couldn’t see anything and I was used to that. But I wasn’t so used to being in large open spaces in the dark, anything could come out of anywhere and it was terrifying, I scooted closer to Symon and tapped the lenses of his goggles

                “What are those?”

                “Goggles. They’re like glasses that help you see in the dark.” He answered looking at me. “Wanna try them on?” he asked. I nodded enthusiastically. He carefully took them off of his head and put them on mine. I thought I felt his hand linger on mine as I adjusted them, but I couldn’t be sure. And suddenly I could see everything. It was all there perfectly clear. It was not normally coloured whatsoever, but it was all there. Nothing like the empty void that it had been, it was sort of like the first time they opened my tomb that I can remember. I gasped and Symon, concerned, asked

                “What is it, are they too tight? Is it hurting you?” Then he realized what was going on. “Oh” I was looking around in wonder at everything. I ruffled his hair, and even though I couldn’t see it, he blushed scarlet. I touched his face and pulled at the rock cold ground. I looked over the edge of the bluff we were sitting on. I wondered why he was acting as if we were totally safe.

                “Why aren’t any of them attacking us?” I asked finally focusing on his face. He looked at me and explained.
                “It’s not a full moon, so they’re actually human until then, and the sun is about to come up, unless the Vampires are suicidal, then they’d be deep underground by now.” I nodded my understanding even though I didn’t actually, and looked back over the cliff edge,

                “It’s so beautiful.” I stated simply. Symon continued staring at me and said

                “It gets a lot better.” He said. I looked at him and I was about to ask him how that was even possible, and before I knew it, he was trying to kill me! He’d pressed his lips to mine and I was struggling against him. But he obviously didn’t know I could breathe out of my nose. So I pushed him off of me, just in time to see some hazy circle that was kind of the same colour I’d pointed out to Symon on the piece of paper he’d shown me the day before. Only it was brighter, I practically ripped the glasses off of my face and had to shut my eyes. I fell backwards; it wasn’t like a ball of glory or anything but the light hurt my eyes. I was curled up in a ball on the ground.

                It was far, far away, but it brought extreme warmth to it. I could feel the light shining on my body, it was a wonderful feeling. I stood up quickly and demanded that Symon take me home. He was confused but held up his hands and showed me the way. When we got to the hospital, I ran to Aquamarine and she was smiling and I couldn’t believe it. “He tried to kill me!” I yelled at her, and her smile went away as she looked questioningly at Symon.

                “How,” She asked still staring at Symon, though I knew she was talking to me. Symon walked outside and sat on the step, and she turned to me for my story.

                “He tried to cut off my air, by pressing his lips on mine! But he’s stupid I can breathe out of my --” I stopped seeing the amused expression on her face. “What?”

                “Darling, he didn’t try to kill you . . . he tried to kiss you. It’s a response people give when they like you.” I furrowed my eyebrows at her.

                “No, you weren’t there, he tried to kill me. Like death, die, I almost died!” Aquamarine shook her head, reassuring me that I was safe with Symon. I lie down in my bed and fell asleep; this entire charade had exhausted me. Aquamarine left me to talk to Symon, sitting down on the front step she said

                “You can’t expect her to be like you. You can’t just pretend like she’s normal. She is the equivalent of a child. She has a very broad mind and she’s extremely scared.”

                “I know. Her concept of beauty is different than other peoples and I think that we could be wonderful together. But at the moment she doesn’t even know what together means.” He said more to himself than Aquamarine, who nodded and went back inside to find me asleep and Angus, who I came to call dad in later months, singing softly  to me a sweet lullaby. 

                 

               

Arabesque Endings Chronicles III- Demonic Raid

                I sat down next to Gemma. She was already talking so I was quiet for a while, I didn’t want to interrupt her. I looked around the circular table and for a moment I attempted something I hadn’t for a long time, smiling. I had made so many friends since I died. Some of them, like Gemma, were my friends before I died. We weren’t allowed to smile in Hell and I knew that, but I couldn’t keep myself from trying. I was actually, relatively, ignorantly happy in Hell. That’s an oxymoron of sorts isn’t it?

                I’m pretty good at those. My mind contradicts itself all the time. I attempted to smile at Gemma when I told her the news and she hugged me. Today was the day. Hell was going to freeze over and even if it didn’t then Lucifer would still lead us to Earth. We walked into the fire pit, yes as cliché as it sounds there was a fire pit in Hell. It’s a bar, with alcohol. I’d never drank alcohol before I died, well that was a lie, but only when I was in Junior High. I attempted to clear the smoke that inevitably crowded itself in front of my face. But nothing came of it; it was merely replace by worse smelling smoke.

                The bar was one of the cleanest in our ring of hell. It was created by one of my close friends. His name was John Doe. Well, at least that’s what he tells everyone he meets. Gemma walked in as I held the door open for her, she curtsied as a guy walked out. I grabbed a rag from the counter, it left a film of dirt and alcohol on my hand, but it cleaned off mine and Gemma’s stools. John walked up to us and asked us what it would be, I ordered something stronger than anything they ever had on earth. This drink was created by pure fiery plasma. But I couldn’t feel the burn; I was too used to it by now.  

                I was only 18 when I died. It was pretty sudden. And I didn’t get a bad deal with Hell.  I had just gotten married to the love of my life. I’d had a crush on him since we had to share the same table all day in sixth grade. We were driving down the interstate slowly (we were a bit preoccupied in the car and didn’t want to get into a wreck). He’d picked out the perfect honeymoon for us. A hotel that looked like Hogwarts on the outside and had a room for each fandom, which there were a lot of, we booked the TARDIS interior which actually had a pool! I was to say the least excited.

                I was sitting in the front seat of our Impala and flirting with him. He was laughing, the greatest laugh ever. Lying back in my seat, I told him to pull over. I knew I had to get a bowtie for our honeymoon. It was mandatory, and I saw a Mall coming up. He looked not at all happy about this, but did it anyway pouting the whole time. I got out and walked into a wedding shop in my wedding dress. Bet I looked a bit strange. I got a bowtie and left. I went out the back way so, that I could surprise him.

                I was twirling around in circles playing the song that we first danced to, this morning in my head. I saw a guy curled up in a corner, and then I saw it. There was a boy lying on the pavement behind the dumpster, blood was pooling around his body, how could such a small child’s body contain that much blood? I curled my hand around my mouth, simultaneously dropping the bowtie I had been whirling around like a streamer.

                Walking up to the man shuddering with sobs in the corner, I put my hand on his shoulder and said ”Are you okay?” He looked at me and then realizing what was happening pulled a gun out of his jacket and shoved it in my face. He looked me up and down and realized what I was wearing and assuming I had just gotten married. A pained expression overcame his dark toned face.

                “I’m sorry.” I tilted my head and looked at him questioningly.

                “What?” And then before I knew what was happening I had a tremendous headache. And I couldn’t feel anything. My vision went black and I felt really cold. And then I was sitting with him in my wedding dress covered in blood. He was crying and having a sort of mental breakdown. And then I was in Hell. There were lots of people there and no one paid any attention to me. I was just another confused person. I’m not even sure why I came to be in Hell. I don’t think I did anything wrong. I didn’t believe in God. But I was a wonderful person compared to most people. I volunteered, I was healthy. I even contemplated adopting a child with him. We never talked about it. I’d like to think I brought joy, or contributed to the joy brought to a lot of people. But I guess I didn’t do enough.

                I looked at Gemma and she knew without me having to say anything. The world had finally turned around. I touched the scar on my head. I thought of him and knew what I would do. Without any further thought on the matter, when I got to Earth I would find him. I would love him like I never got the chance to. The raid would begin at sunrise. Of course we didn’t have a sun in Hell, but we would all know. There would be a feeling, and we would know.   

                That feeling came after the fire had gone out. Hell was a bit like a desert. It was scorching hot, and the night was colder than an ice cube, I don’t mean to be all science-y but I’m pretty sure they create a sort of vacuum for us when the fire goes out, or maybe that’s why the fire goes out. I don’t know, I’m no rocket scientist, and I’m pretty sure rocket science isn’t what you need to know for that information. I shrugged and downed my second glass of Plasma. I set my head down on the bar and John picked it up for me wiping the dirt off gingerly and weirdly compassionately intimately. He left his hand lingering slightly comforting on my face and then pulled away to refill my glass.

                I tipped my head gratefully up and downed the third glass. Gemma watched me. “So, what are you going to do when you get out?” She asked John who shrugged and continued filling glasses. She made a face at him, which I’m pretty sure I couldn’t imitate if my life depended on it. “What about you?” She said pointedly staring at me. I ignored her finishing my fifth glass. I simply shrugged snapping at John. “Well, you guys are no fun. I know exactly what I’m doing. First I’m going to go shopping. Wearing the same clothes for what seems like an eternity is destroying my body.” I looked at her. Why did I have to pick talkative friends, why couldn’t she just accept that no one cares? “And then I’m going to find me a nice mortal boy, to corrupt as a demon does.” I nodded as if I actually cared. I snapped at the new bartender. He set down four glasses for me and Gemma. I drank all of them in succession. I’d already forgotten how many that made.

                I left the bar and slept on the sidewalk, getting kicked every ten seconds. I didn’t mind. I didn’t want to be drunk when I saw him, it had been at least seven years, and he would be expecting something wonderful and amazing. Not a drunken demon who was quiet and a mess because of something that happened seven years ago. He would be fantastic and I would be too. All of a sudden, everyone outside and inside, started walking one way almost as if they were being brainwashed, they were walking together like a swarm. I got up and started walking with them.

                Gemma was walking hand in hand with a guy, they both had blank expressions. I walked up next to them, I even smacked Gemma in the face and stomped on the anonymous guy’s foot, they had absolutely no reaction. After a while I just kind of followed them without any reason to. No one else was conscious either; I was definitely out of place. Then we just stopped walking everywhere. There he was so glorious standing there; Lucifer was the most beautiful of Demons. His hair was what some people would call elegantly disheveled.

                “Today is our glory day!” He yelled. So what was this? A riot, a pep talk, something in between, “Follow me brethren, for we shall claim our lives back. We will soon rule over mankind, for our former selves have been brought here for a reason.” I clapped and shouted with everyone else though I still had no idea what he was talking about. We were suddenly in a crowd of people. All of the demons looked around like strangers in a strange land.

                Now, Demons aren’t what I assume you picture when you think of Demons, you probably think red skin, horns, pitchfork tail, fangs, black eyes, nope. We don’t change when we die. Our souls don’t anyway, my body was more than likely crawling with worms by now, but our souls look completely human. I started walking forward and everyone mostly ignored us. Humans are stupid apes, we may have looked human, but there was an obvious difference between us. They just went on their merry way.

                Then –Excuse the irony of this- all Hell broke loose. One of the people I had become close to in my seven years of perdition grabbed a knife and stabbed two children who were waiting in line to buy a candy bar. I covered my mouth in shock and ran out the door, away from the chaos. I had to find him, once I did that everything would be okay. I walked outside into the sunlight and wind and basked in it for a moment too long. Gemma caught sight of me and followed suit. She tapped me on the shoulder and smiled.

                “It feels so good to smile again!” I just looked at her. She wrinkled her nose as if she had been insulted. I walked away to find a phonebook. I grabbed one off of a bench for a bus stop. I quickly found his name in it and smiled for the first time. Then I wiped that stupid look off of my face and set a destination in my head. Walking down to the sidewalk I, with difficulty, hailed a cab. The cabbie was very familiar to me, but he was extremely rude. He charged me a lot of money which I, of course, didn’t have so I just told him he would get it when he took us where we wanted to go. I handed him the slip of paper that I had written the address down on, he raised an eyebrow at me.

                “This is in Manhattan, you know that right?” I just shrugged, I find myself doing that a lot. He whistled and said “I’m gonna be pretty rich at the end of this car ride.” Gemma blabbered about random things the entire way there. I tuned her out watching outside the window the only thing that interested me right now was getting to him and falling into his arms. I noticed things, places I used to live, places I always wanted to see. None of that mattered anymore. I pictured the reuniting scene. It would be exactly like a love story.  I would run to him, and he would realize what had happened and then he would run to me and we would meet each other halfway and then we would live happily ever after, which didn’t seem impossible at the time because there were no other demons attempting to wipe out the entire human population.

                Gemma eventually fell asleep and I was so jittery every moment, I woke her up numerous times when I was talking to myself. She got more annoyed by me in those few hours than I ever was by her in seven years. I smiled at the thought of being with him again. I asked the cabbie a question after a minute.

                “Do you think there are any sappy love songs playing on the radio?” He got the hint. He turned on the radio and he thought to himself I better get paid extra. I woke Gemma up when we got to our destination. I jumped out of the car without any hesitation and I ran to the door. I stopped myself from knocking though. I saw something on the inside of the house through a window. He was there with another girl. They were older. Of course! How could I have been so stupid? He was sitting there with his arm around another girl. There were three shorter heads on the couch next to them and one on his lap. Two of them, twins, a boy and a girl, they were both blonde and they were jumping up and down play fighting with each other, they couldn’t be more than 3 years old. There was a teenager on the couch, listening to music, and the little girl on his lap was sucking her thumb, she must’ve been the third twin, so he had triplets.

                I wondered how the teenager was there; I had only been gone seven years hadn’t I? Then I realized that his wife was a bit older than him, and the adolescent had a striking resemblance to her. His hair was dark like hers and unless he had died it, I was assuming it was his stepson. He did show obvious dislike for him. I couldn’t see anyone not liking him though. I realized that my face was wet. I had started raining. No, my body was dry, it was just my face. I was crying.  I hadn’t been able to cry in a long, long time. I turned away and sat on the stoop. Then I saw Gemma walking toward me and I had a blindingly brilliant idea.

                “Gemma! Gemma, I need you to do something for me! Okay, you see that family in there, they’re going to die, unless we help them! I need you to warn them that they could die if they don’t find a safe place to get to, immediately!” Gemma pursed her lips at me unhappily.

                “Well, why can’t you do it? What do I care if they die?” She asked. I had to think very hard for an answer.

                “I can’t do it because one of them will freak out, they knew me when I was alive. And you care if they die, because I care if they die, and think about all the things that I’ve done for you in these past few years.” Gemma attempted to put up a good argument but couldn’t think of any, so while I hid in the bushes, Gemma walked up to the door and knocked. He opened the door and smiled. It was so wonderful to see him smile again. I heard Gemma’s words from far away.

                “Oh. My. God! There are people eating people and they won’t die! You need to get to safety right NOW! Mister whatever your name is! I suggest you take the people you love and get out. Get somewhere they won’t find you!” He looked confused but before he could ask any questions she ran off, and as if on cue, I ran out of the bushed and bit her arm, tricking his mind into thinking I was tearing her arm off. He slammed the door shut and I heard yells of alarm, as he turned on the news and saw it was true. They gathered up all their valuables and got in the car and drove away.

                Before they left he tried to find Gemma and failed, as she was hiding in the bushes with me at the moment. Well, I thought, I couldn’t guarantee his safety or his family’s but I had forewarned him and that gave me peace of mind. Gemma had her arm around me, and I was finally telling all the stuff that had been haunting me for what seemed like forever. It told her about all the amazingly romantic stuff that had happened between me and him and how none of it mattered anymore. All that mattered was his family being safe and him being happy.

                I was staring at my feet not looking where I was going, as I was talking to Gemma and I kicked something that looked very strange. It was his wallet. I opened it and there were five pictures in it. One of his wife, or I assumed she was his wife, her name was written on the back of it. Olivia. There was a picture of the teenaged boy under that one, he definitely was not happy to have his picture taken, or didn’t appear to be anyway. Colin. The triplet that was sitting on his lap had pigtails in and a shirt on that said “Daddy’s Girl”. Piper. The only triplet boy was sticking his tongue out at the camera; he looked exactly like his father did when he was that age. Sean. The last triplet, the one fighting with her brother on the couch was in overalls. Luna. They all looked so happy. I let the tears fall more freely than they had been.

                That night I was going through his wallet in private, I had found his I.D. card. He was so adorable. His hair was darker than it had been when we were eighteen. It was longer too. Then something fell out, it was a picture that must have been hidden, because I dissected his wallet trying to find out all I could about him. For instance I found out that he opened a Comic Book Shoppe like he’d always wanted to, and I cried even more when I found out he’d named it after me. The picture was of us on our wedding day. He was holding me bridal style, sitting on the highest branch of the tree we had gotten married under. I was kissing him, and almost immediately after that picture was snapped, we fell from the tree, thankfully not breaking anything in our fall. On the back of it, it read: My darling Twyla, my first and always love, giving me the last kiss I will ever cherish more than my life - Enoch